Word(ful) Wednesday: There is a New Champion in Town.

I like to think of myself as a champion bubble blower. I was the queen of milk bubble. When I was a kid and there was milk and a straw in front of me the urge to blow bubbles that towered over the top of my glass was to strong to ignore. There was one thing that I could ignore at the time, my Mum, "Stop blowing bubbles. They are going to go over the edge of your glass and make a huge mess." I am pretty sure she said that because it is a mother's job to. She never spanked me or really did more than the verbal warning, thus I took it as a sign that I could carry on with the tower building. Now I am the mother and my son is following in my footsteps. Just a few days ago I heard the familiar burbling of bubbles being formed, guess I will never grow up. Why you might ask, do I feel this way? Because, I was not grumpy to hear that burble, burble, burble. I was, in fact, kind of giddy. I now have some one with which to while away the time blowing bubbles. Javin is becoming a champion bubble blower just like me. I taught him everything I know. It does a mother proud to see the gauntlet taken up by the next generation of milk bubble blowers!